Page 49 of Give Me What You Will

Fuckin’ bastard.

Sammy descended on his cock again, and Frankie, nostrils flaring, felt the shift in his body—the release of the beast he kept locked in a cage all damned day—come free. He thrusted upward, filling Sammy’s mouth and spearing down his throat. Sammy had anticipated this and took it well. He fisted the back of Sammy’s hair and slammed him up and down, hips bucking upward, the car rocking with his jerky movements. Sammy’s saliva coated his cock, and it was so fucking sexy, he couldn’t look away. Sammy reached between his own legs, grabbing a fistful of his erection over his denim jeans. He liked knowing Sammy was just as turned on, just as fucking excited as he was.

Frankie took full control of this blow job, guiding Sammy's mouth. And fuck, it was good. It was too good.

The water, the waves of this moment, crashed at his feet, and the edge on which he stood beckoned him.

He was falling before he realized it.

Lost and yet found. And fuck, it was freeing.

But he couldn’t stop here. He needed more. Frankie unlocked the sexual, caged beast inside him, and for the first time he flung open the gate, knowing that Sammy was the safest person he could do this with.

“That’s it, baby,” he growled, thrusting down his best friend’s throat, feeling it convulse and tighten around him. “Fuck yeah. Just like that, take my fuckin’ dick like it’s the best thing you’ve ever tasted.”

Sammy moaned, fisting a hand over his jeans.

“You cryin’ over this dick yet?” Frankie taunted, seeing a glint of tears beginning to run down Sammy’s face from the intrusive cock sliding in and out of his throat, deep and then shallow, hard and then slow. “You fuckin’ wanted this—and you keep fuckin’ taking it. Jesus… yes…”

Sammy’s hand latched onto his upper thigh and fought backward, slipping off him and gasping for breath, spit trickling down his chin and delicious, reddened, wet lips. He looked like a porn star. Better than that—he looked like a dream.

“Fuck…” Frankie murmured, thumbing roughly over those plump lips. “I keep callin’ you baby…” he whispered. “Do you want me to stop… baby?”

Sammy visibly shuddered, unfiltered need tightening the grooves of his beautiful face. He didn’t have to answer for Frankie to see how much he fuckin’ liked it. He leaned down and kissed Sammy hard, painfully hard, wanting to bruise him. Sammy moaned into his mouth, trembling in his arms. He released him, pushed his open mouth back down onto his cock, and speared roughly upward.

Sammy’s muffled groaning filled the air between them and Frankie couldn’t stop.

He pushed and pushed, rocking and humping and fucking his face, brutalizing it.

And Sammy didn’t stop, either. He took it all and more.

Fuck.

Oh my fuckin’ God.

“Fuck, baby—I’m gonna cum…” he gasped.

Sammy peeled off his dick, “Smother me.”

Fuuuuck.

He obeyed and gave a jerky nod, thighs shaking, stomach clenched.

Sammy sucked in a breath and dove over him, and Frankie thrusted into him a few more times, the tip of his cock tingling, the sensation swirling from root to stem, and he abruptly sat up, ramming down his throat, feeling his best friend’s face against his belly as he climaxed, spurting deep and long into him.

Sammy’s throat convulsed, tightened, and swallowed.

“Oh fuck!” The cry tore from his lungs, and the beast inside him howled, raking his fingernails over his scalp and gritting his back molars, vibrating with… freedom. The water crashed over him, and he no longer cared.

Panting and shaking, Frankie tried to lift Sammy off of him, but he continued to suck, milking every last drop of his cum until he spasmed again, shooting another smaller load as he sat there stunned, gasping, and cursing.

Sammy finally sat up, gulping in air before quickly sitting back in his seat, hand down his pants, furiously pumping himself. Frankie, limp dick and destroyed, saw the reddening around Sammy’s lips, and his instincts to soothe almost kicked in. But Sammy wasn’t done.

And—he liked it rough.

Thank fuck.

Frankie reached across the cab and grabbed him by the throat, squeezing hard. Sammy whimpered.